93, 94, 95….
96 little itty bitty toenails. That was one of the projects for today. Puppies grow nails like little tiny fish hooks, and kneading them on momma’s belly can be very painful for her if they aren’t cut back. Unlike the older dogs who can be trained for the procedure, trying to cut miniature nails on miniature feet stuck to the end of even more miniature legs presents its own set of challenges, but its done.
In many ways its been an eventful day, but in a pleasant way.
Almost everyone’s eyes are open with the exception of the Chief. I guess he figures as long as he can smell his way to the buffet he doesn’t have to see it. Tonight he has “peepers” also – so by morning they should all be open.
I noticed the first instigations of play today. The puppies are awake and active about 2-3 minutes at a time. Somewhere in there Sparky was getting his ear gnawed on by Reba, and Ember was trying to chase Fergus’ moving tail. Absolutely adorable! This is my favourite age, when they begin to be more puppy and less guinea pig-like, and they are discovering their world. The fact that Cinder still keeps them clean doesn’t hurt either. I know in another two weeks it’ll be – You want me to do WHAT?!?! and then we make up for the unused trash bags going to the dump. In our township we are allowed a maximum of 2 bags a week – and normally we are about 3 every two weeks. A litter of puppies catches us up to our quota very quickly.
Tonight I will post the Kids with their new outlook on the world.



